Dallas is where I stay. Hampton Road, Red Bird Lane. From P.G. to the OAK. A Dtown nigga gone stay getting paid. Dallas is where I stay. Walnut Hill, Forrest Lane. From North Dallas to the OAK. A D-town nigga gone stay getting paid. Young Green, Here I come here I come, I know you hear mw comming. In my two tone lac cuz my trunk steady humming. I'm getting money nigga stuntin like a bag of jewels, Swanging through the Oakcliff bout to do the fool. Keep a tool cuz a bitch nigga alwayz hatin. In Houston they ride choppaz, in Dallas we roll Daytons. Keep Waitin for a young nigga like me to slip. But nigga I won't trip, extra grip so I won't slip. Hoes get flipped, I don't flop watch me drop the top. My Lyrics is real sick like Micheal J. Fox. Its Young green on the scene Catch me on Scyene. In my cousin "64 bouncin like a trampoline. Hood love good buzz watching out for the Fuzz. 5-deuce Hoova Gangsta you know what it was cuzz. "C" slow to speak and quick to listen cuz niggaz out here snitchin. But not me, I'ma a G as I swang through Dixon. I'M on a mission to get paid and put it down for my city. I like em cute in the face with some nice shaped titties. Big ass thick as jiffy gone come fucc wit me. Dallas Texas is my city till the reaper come get me. Hey. Chorus Yep its Big Rod. I'ma do the job. Watch me Bucc hide slide up and down 35. I done slipped I done slida, Oakcliff southsida. Broke them boys off 22 inch rida. Stop Hatin, In dallas we on Daytons. The rems don't stop look like the car skating. 4 twelves in the back got the trunk going crazy. Make ya house shake make it feel like you in Haiti. So call red cross I break em off Candy gloss. A jacka tried to jack but I got the gat and man he loss. A nigga like me gone stay what ready. I'm riding in a chevy clouded out chiefin heavy. Cheifin like a cherokee, cheifin like a choctaw. Bite the mic like a pit oh shit I got lock jaw. We came to wreck mane. Dallas Tex mane. Big Rod and Young Green and this a Oak Cliff thang. Chorus.

Pass me a drank man. The whole bottle. Chillin at the club bout to pull me a model. I'm mashing on the game mane, I'm full throtle. Dollars over everything nigga thats my motto. Pass me a cup. "NAw the whole bottle". Show up at the club wit a Pink Diamond model. Walk to the bar and pull out 100 dollars. Its like I'm on a flick cuz the girls cum-n-swallow. Pass the drank around till its empty and hollow. But when that one gone then another one follow. Girl tilt ya head back and let me see you goggle. Now take it to the face then chase it with full throttle. NOW IT'S ON I'M IN MY ZONE A NIGGA GONE 8 SHOTS OF PATRON..TO THE DOME. NOW I'M KRUNK AND HELLA DRUNK, PUT THE CUSH IN THE AIR AND SWEAR YOU SMELLA SKUNK....PASS IT TO DUNC. NOW I LEAN AND WATCH ME BOUNCE. WITH TWO CUPS IN MY HAND BUT DONT SPILL A OUNCE. lAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL THATS WHAT THEY ANNOUNCE. AYE FINISH THAT BOTTLE LETS GET TWO MO ROUNDS..RIGHT NOW.. Chorus

Chorus: I been poppin since 99 dranking and gettin blowed. When the weekend hit we getting thowed. It wasn't shit for me to pop me a E, But lie me man that shit getting old. I been poppin since 99 dranking and gettin blowed. When the weekend hit we getting thowed. It wasn't shit for me to pop me a E, But lie me man that shit getting old. Verse 1 Life ain't easy being Big Reezee, Cuz just like you I got my flaws. And if I'm ever broke and at the end of my rope, one thing's for sure I still got my Hoggs. And my popps and my T, Wasn't no stoppin A G. But then I fell in love with E's. I scored a 100 pack, didn't make no money back, so it was like I was poppin for free. I fell in love with the drug rollin and hittin them clubs, and all the hoes yeah they loved my swag. Yeah the shit was amusing..had all hoes choosing, The grand Marquis felt like a Jag. Man these hoes is boppin, but please don't stop them. Cuz when I'm powered up I love it. I hit the dance floor and take over the show. Thats the only time I dance in public. But when its all over, wake up the next day sober and I can't remember things I did. All I know is my money spent, and I dont know where it went. Man my pockets need a got damn lid. Chorus I been poppin since 99 dranking and gettin blowed. When the weekend hit we getting thowed. It wasn't shit for me to pop me a E, But lie me man that shit getting old. Verse 2 Nine years done passed by, and I'm stuck in the fast life. My life feel like a big ass movie. I sit back and watch the screen, it hurt and i wanna scream. Cuz i done let the devil use me. One time I powered up so strong I made the "E" song. And I thought it was cool. But I felt like a dummy cuz the shit wasn't funny when I heard kids reciting it at school. Now these kids is poppin pills not knowing its best to chill, cuz things aint like they use to. You bet not fuck with them E's, nigga take it from me, See how I fucked off my future. I shoulda hit the Leaugue, but I got addicted to weed and my work ethic slowly faded. And to tell you the truth, I know my drug use is the real reason why I din't make it.

1st verse When they call Rod Hutch everyboday said "EEEYYYYY" Gone get a picture while I walk across the stage. I dont hit a milestone ain't no turning back around. Yeah I use to act a clown but still got my cap-n-gown. EducatedHu$tla, Yeah I'm bout to do tha fool. A easily influenced man is a rooty poot. To me thats a fag nigga,so gone and dress in drag nigga. To influence me betta have a bible in yo bag nigga. Yes sir I done got grown. Time to get my grind on. Being a better me, thats the type of shit my mind on. A foolish mouth you betta keep it closed, I set goals then reach them hoes, Our youth need the truth, And its up to us to teach em bro. But some boys got the game wrong, Tired of hearing the same song. Money this and Money that, well what about when the money gone? Then what, you on yo butt, stuck and cain't come back up. I got my cap-n-gown real shit nigga thats whats up.

Give me the mic so I can show what I got. I'm bout to bust like some hot dogs off in the pot. And I don't need no bun cuz I'm a HOGG a$s nigga. A lot of h03s don't like me cuz I'm a dog a$$ nigga. But they still try to holla cuz they see I got dollars. They aint never seen a thug that's mixed with scholar. So you can call me a mut. Down set f*%kin hut. It's the nigga reezee ree and I don't f*ck with no sluts. I ain't tippin no bucks. I know you heard the song. Uh, strippers hear that song and they think that I'm wrong. Cuz I aint tippin a cent. you ho3s got me bent. You can suck a nigga up behind this limo tint. Aye. Thats how I do in all blue stay true. 9-7- f*%kin -2 what it do? what's up to you. I got my crew. H-0- double G, stang like a bumble bee. Yes I hit hard and make the biggest niggaz fumble G. H03s wanna fundle me, I don't really give a damn. I got a potna named Sham, and a potna named Bam. What's up tha S.B....gone of that S.C. Thats that SoCo and my boots they be polo. Whats up to that J.Jeff...knockin pictures off the shelf. Whats up to that Johny Ray, man I got a h03 thats gay. Whats up to that D. Branch, R.I.P. to you and Deuce. Now I'm gettin thowed nigga sippin on that gin-n-juice. What's up to that D. Reed, What's up to that E. Hay? I'm pourin out this E&J so you bet not fuck wit me today. Cuz I'm in another mode skatin down Hampton Rd. Man my mind bout to explode and my clip bout to unload. And I got another clip..If I loose another crip. Man its 2007 but these gangs still trip. So I guess I'm caught up. thats wasn't the way I was brought up. You can't see me lying in the street getting chalked up. Nope thats not me. B!tch is B-I-G. R-O- to the D, represent that O-C-T. Hell yeah I'm going hard, I lift weights in the back yard. Now my mind getting scarred, skatin down the boulevard. I done lost 5 niggaz and I'm only 25. So that make me wonder when is my day to die? Could it be tommorrow? Will I ever have a child? I don't really know. Will I die from smokin black-n-milds Will I die from poppin X, or will I die from having sex? Everytime I fu** a b!*ch I don't always protect. Cuz I might go bare , Whewww thats a fu*kin scare. And my d!ck head saying "ROD GET UP OUT OF THERE!" But its kinda hard to think, when yo mind going blank. Will I get old like my daddy Frank? Will I have two cars? Will I ever have a crib. Now I', reminissing on Spring Creek when I was cookin ribs. That was my first job. Cookin corn on the cob. But I had to quit cuz they was tryin to work me too hard. Bit** I got to get paid, f*@k makin minimum wage. I'd rather get the microphone and gone and rock the stage. Let the DJ, play my song time and time again. Then I'm in a benze gettin head from some simese twins, F*ck it. is it nasty? is it gross? I don't give Damn. Its the nigga ROD and I'ma let the trunl slam it go WHAM. It go WHAM!! bitch I told you niggaz Big Rod don't give a damn. Thats who I am. Trunk gone slam. Tell you onoce again the sound it make is wham. Let that hoe slam nigga let that hoe shut. I sack the quarterback soon ass he say hut. Blitze through the middle. Kill yo damn center. I'ma hogg nigga b!tch I'ma eat yo dinner. I never been a pretnder, # 1 contender. I'm the thowedest nigga b!tch can you remember? B!tch I know you gotta. ROD LIP we gone find out who shot cha. I don't give a fuck I'ma breakem off proper. Gone call the doctor. Its the nigga Rod, I'm higher than a helicopter. So them hoes choppin, ho3s they be boppin. Pull out my meat got all the h03s sloppin. Them hoes goin slurp.........

Chrous: Rollin through the streets of the Dirty D Gotta keep my thang on me. (Stay strapped) wit my money on my mind and my hand on my 9. Rollin through the streets of the Dirty D Gotta keep my thang on me. (Stay strapped) wit my money on my mind and my hand on my 9. Verse 1 Wit so much plex in the O.C.T. Its kinda hard being B-I-G R-O-D, but umm, throught the grace of GOD. I stayed out the way of niggaz lookin for a face to rob. So may I spit a lil something for my Locs and every other nigga on Polk on spokes. In D. Town we ain't broke. Fucc boys hittin liccs by pullin the okie doke. They got niggaz in the bushes ready to bust. "Fucc yo life" Nigga you givin it up. Hmm. Now what you gone do? He got a 40 cal and his homeboy do to. So cut off the car and exit the doe. "What you doin this foe". "We don't love you bro. Hmph...O.C.T. in this bitch. Roll up, pour up while a mutha fucca count this shit. Chrous: Rollin through the streets of the Dirty D Gotta keep my thang on me. (Stay strapped) wit my money on my mind and my hand on my 9. Rollin through the streets of the Dirty D Gotta keep my thang on me. (Stay strapped) wit my money on my mind and my hand on my 9. Some niggaz hate to see ya win. And some of these boys suppose to be ya friends. But bitch ass niggaz they come all the time. You complaining and crying but boy I gotta get mine. Everythang is fine when I'm rollin throught the O.C.T. As long as I got that thang on me. So listen to the words that I speak. If you dont then youll sleep in the middle of the street. So you betta quit actin all crazy. I don't really think you wanna push daisies. A 380? nigga please. I can top that wit ease. If you test my N.U.T.'s the you'll catch two of deez. with ease. So you better walk away cuz its a blessing to breathe. Nigga, eh. Chrous: Rollin through the streets of the Dirty D Gotta keep my thang on me. (Stay strapped) wit my money on my mind and my hand on my 9. Rollin through the streets of the Dirty D Gotta keep my thang on me. (Stay strapped) wit my money on my mind and my hand on my 9.